By Ahmad Al Rady
When I was a child I dreamt of being a pirate so with pockets full of prayers a throat full of questions I set sail, into the obese ocean a ...
By Emilie Zoey Baker
I have a hat with tiny woolen ears When I put it on I hear secret things.I didn’t know it when I bought it butI pick up ...
The Disappearing has been redeveloped and we invite you to submit your poems about fading and disappeared places and spaces. Explore now »
By Miranda Lello
You sit in the cupboard now, but I have carried you so far –new models have more features, but none of the memories. On our first trip your green was ...
By Francis Thompson
It’s Christmas. You scavenge candy. Grandma appears behind the kids’ table.The aluminum cups glow in front of her, four of them lined up in a metallic spell.Grandma ...
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